They sat on the car, almost a routine for the night lately, until tonight they were accidentally driven off with the car. Prancing off into the bushes on another street, our kittens were gone.
Yet to have ventured any further from the gate, they're as good as litle children thrown into a abandoned mall. Like desperate 'parents', we shook the road as if it were a carpet to be cleaned, calling them as we walked about under the eerie glow of the streetlamps.
"Do you know those are vampire bats?" Vincent whispered. The road was quiet...far too quiet, the silence only broken by sudden appearance of cars. Maybe not vampire bats; fruit bats I think.
I don't care.
We found one. As I carried him, his paws clutched against me in trauma. His heart beat was faster, and amidst his wails, he 'mewed' for his sister to join the rescue team...
But...it's been hours and hours, and she didn't show. Of both siblings, she is definitely the more passive, weaker one. Time drove us tired, and us three siblings have tests to worry about tomorrow.
Sniff...
THOSE LIVING WHERE I LIVE (reaching out to neighbours)
Winter is a white burmese cat with black ears and feet, small, with blue eyes, and a sweet voice.
Help find her...bring her to the security guards, they know about this.
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